I ran away from teaching to the country to grow veggies. There are also some chooks and a pair of troublesome goats who were so much trouble they had to go! My simple green life isn't always as simple or as green as I'd like...but I keep trying!

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Some people won't be happy until everyone eats nothing but tofu hotdogs. Rather than close the market, where trade could be monitored, they've driven it underground. We have a small poultry auction twice monthly in our area. There are some people, mostly recent immigrants, who go there to buy live birds to eat. There are also a lot of backyard poultry people who use it to buy and sell extra birds. There is always a government health inspector there to monitor for disease, and they keep track of names and addresses. It doesn't seem that difficult. I'd prefer a sale where all the buyers were looking for pets, of course, but there aren't that many of us.

Hazel, those doors, those doors, those doors......unfortunately I would have ripped em off and tucked em under my arm...cos you can bet they wont be the bits they keep! You have better 'crusty, rusty old and musty' control than me......

You put those gates back on the hinges Hazel! Seriously though, don't you just love that weathered look. Something that just can't be faked. I'm sure your outdoor kitchen will be a ripper and your materials will just jump out at you somewhere... maybe just not these yards. cheers Wendy

yes those wooden doors are definitely covetable. For the first time in a while I went through Mernda recently and was amazed that the region the was rural is now so built up. And without decent public transport I think.

Properly-aged timber lasts for ages, doesn't it, so why do all the pieces of garden furniture on the market today only last for 4 or 5? Manufacturers have a vested interest in making things artificially obsolete.That place looks as if it will be a great venue for a Farmers Market.

Wow! How lovely to read a post about Mernda! My mum was named after the town because my grandfather was a builder who worked on a number of public buildings there after WW1. My mum had a hard time as a student at covents as she claimed the nuns gave her a hard time because her name wasn't a saint's name. A few years ago I had a student whose middle name was Mernda. her mother told me she was named in honour of a much loved great aunt...so mum wasn't the only one with the name. I visited Mernda in 1971 and took photos but I guess it's changed since then!